Chapter: 1348
The gentle look on Rena’s face prompted Waylen to encircle her waist affectionately, his voice tender as he murmured, “You’re right. Pregnant women deserve rest.”
A shadow of discomfort flickered across Rena’s features.
In a household populated by three children, modesty often fell by the wayside. Yet, she mused, what if their actions were to set a precedent for their children?
Waylen, attuned to her thoughts, offered a reassuring smile.
Sweeping Marcus into his arms, Waylen marveled at the child’s cherubic visage.
Perhaps, he pondered, another daughter would grace their lives.
He wanted her to look like Rena, preferably with a personality Like Rena.
The couple‘s tender moment beckoned Alexis forward, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Gently, she reached out to touch Rena’s belly, her Lips meeting skin in a cautious kiss.
Rena, overwhelmed by the gesture, brushed a hand through Alexis’s tousled brown curls.
With a flourish, Alexis beckoned Leonel, extending an invitation to join. “Leonel, come here.”
Leonel, timid yet curious, inched forward.
Guided by Alexis, his hand came to rest on Rena’s belly. An intimate secret hung unspoken, the air pregnant with anticipation. A soft smile from Alexis, her voice lowered. “Leonel, you’re going to be a big brother. Are you excited?”
Leonel laid his head against Rena’s belly.
A familiar tenderness echoed in Rena’s heart as she also touched his head.
Leonel smiled, but there were tears in his eyes. His mom and dad had been quarrelling for as long as he could remember. He lost his mother at such a young age. It had been a Long time since he had felt maternal tenderness.
He had never told anyone else that what he hoped most was that Waylen would take him to Live with the Fowler family for a few days on festivals.
Rena could empathize with Leonel very well.
Stooping, she pressed a soft kiss to Leonel’s forehead, her voice a gentle whisper. “Leonel, you can call me Mom too.”
Embarrassment overcame the seven-year-old.
ALL of a sudden, a rosy hue tinted his cheeks.
Respecting his emotions, Rena withdrew. She always respected the children. Her insistence on preparing dinner was met with Waylen’s adamant refusal, a testament to his newfound role as her caregiver. She said helplessly, “I’m just pregnant. I’m not that fragile.”
Waylen offered a soft smile. He approached, wrapping his arms around Rena’s waist as he murmured, “For me, this is the first time I’ve taken care of you while you’re pregnant. Get some rest. I’ll cook the dinner.”
Waylen was not as good at cooking as Rena, but it was interesting for him to take two children to cook together.